WEEK 2.

[trustfellows]

WEEK 2 Two people are dead. Jean Kirstein and Caren have both died due to a tragic accident. Of course, you're not entirely innocent, are you? You voted, you played into this game the Coordinators are running. But you know the stakes now. You know what failure to complete Rule Seven really means. No more excuses from here on out. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... Of course, exploring the building from here on will reveal something new: namely, a stairwell in the northeastern corner, leading upwards toward a new floor entirely. Another sign of how things are going to progress around here, maybe; chances are you'll enjoy what you've been given, but was it worth the lives of two people to obtain? PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 33 PARTICIPANTS REMAINING: 32

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[OOC: Welcome to week two of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!

If you'd like to get in contact with the Coordinators, you can do so through private meetings with Alena!]

Comments

[greenmamabear]

Well, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Or so they say.

Sewing machine

[greenmamabear]

You ever any better luck with these flipping things than me?

[Hey kiddo, its the sewing world]

[sadisticwarfare]

I don't know the details beyond that, unfortunately.

[greenmamabear]

[She sets down her spoon.]

That sounds awesome.

[didntgetdadslooks]

I'm sure he'd be flattered, yeah. I think Doctor Zed just likes it when people think about him.

[chessturner]

As a group we all may not be 'normal', but I guess we're better than no people at all.

[What with the explosive alchemists and that long-nailed cat-like woman, and the bunch of children, and other miscellaneous strange people around here. Kyrie smiles for a moment]

Glad to be of assistance! Once you're out of here you don't have to return over there, right? You can continue with your life without weird hospitals, hopefully. It'd be time to start your life again, without having to meet random sentient body parts.

infirmary

[bloodisthicker]

...

[he's about to say something, then he thinks about it, and...]

...I wonder if it'd be better or worse to ask around for some sort of list on what all of these do, honestly.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Oh, that's not the point of discussion here, Alex just kind of waves a hand. ] It's- yeah, no, but it's fine.

I just- I hadn't seen you since Friday. Wanted to see if you were okay. [ Usually people at least pass each other in the halls here, or bump into one another in the kitchen or whatnot. It comes with being in such a confined place. ]

[captainobnoxious]

[... Oh, those look nice, hell yeah.]

Definitely are. I'll be back in a jiff!

[These are much more her shit. Comfy, comfy. So wearing these things out, and when she gets back to Blue--]

I'll take as many as you've got. Can you make other things too?

[greenmamabear]

Hey, I'll take conversations I can understand any day.

[She pauses mid getting the sock and just kinda. Stares at the floor.]

...No, I....

Junior's still there, so...

[sleepytimegal]

I- [ There's a different photo she's focusing on now, one of her and a boy with a beanie, with...eyes behind them. Something there. ]

I dreamed this.

[destage]

[SAVE ARMSTRONG FROM THIS HELL]

There's no real telling, at this point...but I hope so as well. As long as we keep trying to work toward it, someone's bound to find some other way, right?

[greenmamabear]

A doctor with an ego, huh? That's not usually a good combo.

[destage]

A-ah--

[...Sayaka takes a couple steps back, while turning around and just...kind of nods her head? That's what she should do, right? She's...probably relying on her to get blood, if need be.]

I won't let you down, Marker-san...

[sleepytimegal]

[ Gently almost-shutting it behind her, and...she walks over to hug Sayaka but stops just a little short. She doesn't look like she's been sleeping well, up close. She's going to say one thing, but she spies the plush, and... ]

Where'd you find that lil' guy?

[innocentloveholic]

No offense taken! I know what I can do, and like, sculpting's not one of them~

[ ...1500 years and she sucks at sculpting of all things, yeah. ]

Were you asking just in case anything goes horribly wrong? Because, like... if something goes wrong, it's probably gonna have a dead body, and there's no coming back from that?

[sadisticwarfare]

That's what I'm hoping for as well. We have a new floor to explore, after all.

[His hopes aren't high, mind you. But they're still present.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

I guess. The really dry stuff is kind of a chore anyway, honestly, I just focus on the main characters.

[didntgetdadslooks]

It's... more an inferiority complex. He doesn't actually have a doctorate, and he's pretty... grumpy about it, let's call it grumpy.

[innocentloveholic]

It looks like a mess.

[ Thanks, Aligula. ]

...Why is modern art all ugly and stuff?

[innocentloveholic]

Nooo... Well, maybe. Then again, I mean, all the weird mangly bits might help with keeping warm...?

[ ...um. ]

I don't do much with yarny stuff, so I actually, like... don't know. [ she is not patient enough for that ]

[destage]

...Don't worry, Fern-san. I'm going to be just fine--you can trust me with that, right?

[She beams a bit!]

[innocentloveholic]

[ Rude is her middle name! ]

Mmmmmm... Red! [ The color of ardent love. ] Even if that totally doesn't match anything I have... Yet.

[ Because she's going to make herself some nice clothes? Yes. And modify their existing ones. ]

[sleepytimegal]

[ She flashes the photo. Her, and a boy who looks similar. ]

I... This. It can't exist.

[destage]

...Monsters? [Weiss, what the heck.] Why would there be monsters in your world? They're not just...animals, are they?